My American magical life
Chapter 172 - 172 66 How Can the Dancing Sprite be a Wicked Dragon!_2

172: Chapter 66 How Can the Dancing Sprite be a Wicked Dragon!_2 172: Chapter 66 How Can the Dancing Sprite be a Wicked Dragon!_2 Lisa didn’t speak but looked at the man’s profile, sitting quietly on the sofa and listening.

Until now, she had felt that Cheng Daqi was taking too many risks.

You’ve only just left the streets, yet you want to risk playing a rival game with someone like Gru.

Why bother?

You keep saying that you want to help Temir, but when it comes to the crunch, aren’t you still relying on her influence?

“Although what you’re saying now sounds like you’re living off a woman’s charity, I still appreciate you.

I appreciate your brazen creativity and your extraordinary courage, honey.”

“Ha, are you complimenting me?”

Cheng Daqi asked with a smile.

“Chan, shouldn’t we start rehearsing?

It’s already half-past five.

If you’re going to start live streaming from 6 o’clock tonight, it’ll be too late if we don’t rehearse now.”

Standing up from the sofa, Lisa’s remark wasn’t a question, but a demand.

Her best friend’s words seemed disjointed, and the dark-haired wealthy woman was filled with question marks.

Rehearsal?

Live streaming?

Do we have to act tonight?

Is there a part for me?

“I think one rehearsal should be enough, I believe in your ability, Lisa.”

Cheng Daqi and Lisa went to rehearse, leaving Temir sitting alone in her original place.

She narrowed her eyes, watching Cheng Daqi deftly pull over a flower stand to use as a makeshift tripod, and set up his broken phone as a camera on the edge of the living room.

The audio equipment left by Li Haiping was of decent quality, and the accompaniment was very clear.

As the music started, Lisa began to move.

The pomegranate-red dress on her, fluttering up and down with her movements, was graceful and airy.

The blonde white girl danced under the lights like a sprite from another world, showcasing her beauty to the fullest.

Even Riel, engrossed in his mobile game, looked up to start enjoying the dancer’s performance.

The only one in the room not paying attention to Lisa was Eris, who had never stopped her discreet observation of Temir since she walked into the room.

Now the dark-haired wealthy woman’s attention was all drawn to Cheng Daqi and Lisa, completely oblivious to Eris’s unfettered gaze.

Don’t get it wrong, the West Coast dream chaser wasn’t the shallow, hormone-driven kind of guy.

He knew Temir, having met her years ago when she started her business.

As an agent aspiring to success, Eris had a wide network and was very familiar with everything big and small happening on the West Coast.

When Temir racked up millions to burn cash on branding back in the day, she made quite a wave on the West Coast.

Eris found it fairly acceptable that such a wealthy woman showed up in this house.

However, the interaction between Cheng Daqi, Temir, and Lisa struck him as very strange.

Just now, they seemed like close friends, relaxed in their demeanor when chatting.

It was the kind of state that exists when friends tease each other and chat.

Yet now, as Cheng Daqi and Lisa began to simulate live streaming and rehearse on the side, Temir’s expression clearly changed.

First shock, then confusion, and finally calm.

Eris could see it clearly, so he found it very strange.

What was their relationship?

A love triangle?

Actually, the situation was far more complicated than Eris thought, the dark-haired wealthy woman wasn’t concerned about the interaction between Cheng Daqi and Lisa.

What she cared about was Lisa.

Was she betrayed?

Not exactly.

Had she become superfluous in the three-person movie?

Not exactly.

Putting aside the random thoughts in her mind, Temir took a deep breath.

She thought of the story in the movies.

The princess might not wait for a prince but could end up waiting for a dragon.

Is Cheng Daqi the dragon?

Or is Lisa the dragon?

Am I the princess?

Why didn’t Lisa say even a word to me, why did she come here alone in advance, why am I overthinking this?

The dark-haired wealthy woman’s thoughts wandered again, stretching far and wide.

Noticing that the attention in Temir’s eyes had faded, Eris shook his head.

Chan, just what kind of person are you?

“You say you’re a vagrant, yet you can do business with me, and you know Domo.”

“Living in a house like this, having a personal chef, even two beauties are jealous over you.”

“How could you possibly be a vagrant?”

“But just a few days ago, you were still working for me on a daily wage, just about ten days ago.”

“Ten days, Chan, just ten days, and you went from a daily laborer to what you are now.

What exactly have you been through, or have you experienced something before?”

“Eris couldn’t understand something about the youth of today; he was beginning to not comprehend them.”

“It wasn’t that he couldn’t understand the youth, but that he couldn’t see through Cheng Daqi.”

“If Cheng Daqi were so superficial, so easily understood, how could he have danced his way through America and reached the place he is in today in such a short time?”

“The system’s help to Cheng Daqi could be said to be minimal; what really got him to where he is now were his own abilities and vision, his courage and sincerity.”

“Even in facing Gru, in the match against this top corrupt cop, he did not gain any advantage from the help of the system from start to finish.”

“He relied on his own wisdom to find Gru’s weak point, and his courage and sincerity won Temir’s trust.”

“Years of tempering let his abilities and vision stand on equal footing with Gru.”

“Just as Lisa thought, Cheng Daqi’s operations in playing a counteractive role to Gru was indeed a risky move.”

“He leveraged his own fulcrum, pulling on Temir’s influence and tugging at Gru, with immense risk involved.”

“But the greater the storm, the more expensive the fish.”

“The greater the risk, the higher the ceiling on returns.”

“Just like Dracula views crises, Cheng Daqi also saw opportunity in the crisis.”

“He saw that tremendous, incredibly enticing opportunity.”

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“Boss, why don’t we just kill that guy called Chan?”

“Even if he’s been of some help to you, won’t he remain a problem if we keep him around?”

“Kill him, and his girlfriend will lose the ability to make a fuss about these things, killing two birds with one stone!”

Holding the steering wheel, Thor was pouring out his rotten ideas to his boss.

“You shouldn’t have drawn your gun, it was my mistake from the start, I was careless.”

“Now that things have developed to this point, the initiative is no longer in my hands.

Today, I brought you here; the only thing you need to do is apologize.”

Gru was feigning sleep with his eyes closed, his heart tired.

“Boss, that bastard is just slandering, he’s too shameless!”

“Is there no law anymore?

No justice?”

“He slandered me!

I really didn’t draw my gun on that woman!”

The red-haired crooked cop began to grumble again, feeling wrongly accused.

In his eyes, Cheng Daqi would always be that hostage in the library trembling under the muzzle of his gun.

But what he did not expect was that the seemingly weak and helpless Cheng Daqi would turn around and slander him!

“I beg you, Thor, stop talking, just shut up.”

Is it easy to be a boss?

Gru wanted to use his own experience to tell the whole world that being a boss was damn hard.

His subordinates weren’t smart enough and kept causing trouble, and after the trouble, he had to clean up the mess himself.

Over the years, it wasn’t just one Thor who had caused trouble for Gru; he had a few hundred men under him.

Sometimes, Gru even wondered what the difference was between his role as a boss and that of a nanny.

Life is not easy, the crooked cop sighed.

“We’re here, I remember it’s this place.

Look at these cars, it must be here.”

Thor stopped the car, and Gru began sizing up the different brands of cars parked in front of the house.

Old Honda sedan, junk.

Old model Ford van, insignificant.

BMW X7, not bad.

Tesla Model S, somewhat interesting.

Mushang?

That must be the senator’s niece’s car.

Standing outside the grand house, Gru actually felt a little envious of Cheng Daqi’s life.

Kept by a wealthy woman, who was not only rich but also powerful, and she even directly gifted him a house.

Without effort, straight to the peak of life.

Compared with Cheng Daqi, Gru felt like a filthy beggar.

Thor knocked on the door for his boss, and Gru took a deep breath.

Chan, we’re going to meet again.